Chapter Thirty-Six
Fiona’s POV:
I got to the back door, and it was also locked.
“What is happening here?!” I yelled in panic.
I tried my mother’s phone again but this time it was ringing, and then I realized that my mother’s bedroom window was open.
“This would be helpful I guess,” I told myself as I tried to get into the house through the window.
“Do not touch that phone!” I heard a lady’s voice in the house. She was talking to her mother.
“Who is she?” I asked as I hid behind the curtains.
“You thought I was never going to find you,” the woman told Mother.
“You decided to come into this small City to hide. But you can never hide from me, sis,” the woman told Mother.
“Sis?” I thought.
“Why would she call mother ‘sis’?” I asked myself.
“Why are you treating me this way? I did not do anything to you, yet you tie me up like an animal,” Mother lamented.
“Why is my share of the money? I heard that you had a coffee shop,” the woman said.
“You went ahead to establish a coffee shop with my own money?” she asked Mother.
“I built that coffee shop from scratch with my own money… my money,” Mother told her.
“And why are you here acting like I owe you money?” Mother added.
“Yes, you owe me money,” the woman said.
“Not just money but a lot of money,” the woman told Mother, almost yelling at her.
“Father left a lot of money in your care. but all you did was to keep them all to yourself,” the woman told Mother pained.
“If you do not hand over that money, I am going to burn this house to the ground with you in it,” she threatened Mother.
“Please, please,” mother begged her.
“Fiona is here. She and Thomas,” Mother said to her.
“You cannot do this to us. You know we were before this enmity started,” Mother told her.
“Fiona, are you serious?” the woman said as her tone dropped and became more emotional.
“Do you hear that?” the woman said as she pulled her gun and shot.
“If I do not see her here, I will see a bullet pass through your head,” she said as she made to leave the room.
“Stop!” I said with a knife in my hands.
“Who are you? I asked her as I obstructed her way.
“Fiona, is this you?” the woman said as she got closer to me.
“You are now a grown woman,” she said, coming towards me.
“Do not come any closer to me,” I said as she drew closer.
“Knock, knock,” I heard on the door with everyone freezing as there were sounds of police sirens around the place.
“The police have surrounded the whole house and area. I wonder who called them here,” the woman complained.
“Did you call the police, Eleanor?” she asked the mother.
“No, I did not,” mother told her.
“Then who did?” she asked, panicking.
“They probably heard the gunshot,” Mother added.
“I need to get out of here,” the man said as she vanished into thin air.
The police broke into the house, and they were right in front of us.
“You are under arrest, Miss Fiona,” the police said as he tried to handcuff me.
“But she is not the culprit,” Mother yelled at them.
“The culprit just escaped and you all act like you did not see her leave,” I said again.
“Okay. What do you say is her offense?” Mother asked the cop.
“Do not try to resist the law from taking its place. We have an arrest warrant,” the police officer told us.
“She was seen at a crime scene yesterday and your daughter is our only suspect for now,” the police officer says.
“Did you see her commit the crime?” my mother asked.
“We would know better when we get to the police station,” the officer said.
“But she is a right officer. I didn’t do anything,” I told them.
“I am innocent,” I added as I followed them.
We got to the police station, and I was taken to another room for questioning.
“How are you doing, Miss Fiona?” female police said as she got into the room.
“I guess you are okay,” she said, noticing that I ignored her.
“You were seen leaving the murder scene yesterday,” the woman said.
“Yes or no, ma’am?” the police officer asked me.
“I thought you were sure of all the assertions you are making. So, why do you need my answer?” I asked the woman.
“I want to help you, Fiona. So, you need to open up to me,” the woman said again.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” I inquired of her.
“Yes,” she replied.
“You should have done that earlier than now, you should have been at Hilltop Avenue when I was almost kidnapped before I escaped,” I told the woman.
“And was the CCTV camera suffering from amnesia that you all could not see the man who shot Jessica dead?” I inquired again.
“Was there a man there?” the woman asked me.
“I thought you had high intelligence here?” I spoke.
“So, you saw just one woman escape from the scene earlier than the others and you could not ask yourselves important questions, but you decided to make a fool of yourselves by arresting me?” I asked them, irritated.
“What do you mean by the others?” the woman asked.
“So, you only had access to one footage, and you now accuse me of murder?” I asked her.
“Bunch of jokers,” I blurted out.
“We need you to speak up, Fiona,” she told me.
“And you need to do your job better,” I replied to her in anger.
“Okay. I will see you when you are ready to talk,” the woman said as she got up to leave.
She left and I was the only person in the room. I thought of my mother and how she would be coping seeing the condition that I left her in.
“Fiona darling,” I heard my mother call me.
“You came,” I said happily as I saw her.
“Yes. I am trying to work out your bail,” Mother told me.
“I tried contacting a lawyer, he would be here in a bit,” Mother assured me.
“Stay strong, my child,” mother told me.